"Merlin's knickers, Draco, is that what this is about? I can go either way. Truthfully, I like it when you are strong and authoritative. It was sexy as hell the other night." A small wistful smile crossed her face.
"But if you wanted to be in control, of even if we just want to be.. partners. Hell, the responsibility for being solely in control was almost too much for me." She rolled over on her stomach and propped herself on her elbows.
"But... Blaise." This was going to be hard. "No, I can't do that, Draco. I can't. I'm sorry. If you need to go and do that..." She took a deep breath, "I won't stop you, but I can't share someone. I shared Harry with the damn world, and I will be damned if I have to do it again."
She was on the verge of tears again, and desperately didn't want to break down. "Draco, I'm never going to be able to teach you what he can. I probably know less than you do. The other night? That was the furthest I have ever been. So," she bit her bottom lip, "Go have your fun with Blaise, I don't want to deny you that. But I simply can't share someone." Those words stung, but she knew they needed to be said.